 Wysłany: Pią 15:37, 25 Mar 2011 Temat postu: Dream of my mother |
|
| Last night my mother dreamed of - the death of my mother the whole fourteen years.
Ching Ming Hsu is coming, the mother asked a dream to remind me to see her this time it? Xu miss her mother over there to see my dream? mother and I even slept in the same room with a bed! She was lying quietly in the quilt, a pair of God with open eyes and looked at me slightly worried, without a word. forthrightly said that in the dream, he saw his mother, and I saw the mother lying in the same bed, I was actually there Qieyi. Because my mother died for subconscious reality is clear. Woke up, I feel very Qieyi of my dreams to shame! mother died in the winter of 1995. That winter, rain, snow greater. Father, tears, perseverance my hand kneeling before her mother's coffin, said to me: nodded. At the time, I really do solemnly nodded! but my mother is in itself a book, a thick book intriguing. Fourteen years, I have full read, chewing lightly fourteen years did not dare to write even a few words of text associated with the mother Rolex replica! I fear that his mother put a write a book this thick, thin, and thick flavor fades out. only in the dead of night, I am a man lying in bed, not lighting, silently pondering, and makes chewing, brushing the tears wet the pillow right side of the left and wet. mother's life is really bitter. When younger, his father's temper is not good, and always kicking the mother. A time when I was about five years old, one somehow, I was not defenseless when the mother was at dinner, bring a small stool to his mother severely beaten, unconscious. Scared me and siblings would cry. married mother and father since that day on, not like my mother, grandmother, or even no reason to discriminate against her poor family. I remember when the young girl years old, my grandmother actually prevent mother asked her family to congratulate the people and their invited myself to her family Tag heuer replica, the young girl to her house to congratulate the hold, to write his mother all alone in a small Maocao Peng . My poor mother alone stand in the chill of early spring in the north wind, the lively courtyard overlooking the grandmother, quietly weeping! hard life can be described as the mother more now! Not only the mother's life can be bitter. the mother and the village, like most women Rolex, simple but hard-working, caring and strong. Every day, the first smoke rising village is my home, hanging clothes, the earliest is my home, and lights out was also the last of my family. My mother always in the light for us to do a pair of four father and son pair of shoes. Hand mill from the cocoon, hit Xuepao, the mother turned out to be humming a familiar cheerful face of the minor side to doing it do not stop. How the mother's heart is more handy. Yesterday was a young girl can not wear even the hanging silver pants, a few pairs today might become a beautiful flower shoes fit. Walking on the road, to wear to school, others mother of the most memorable taste of brewing. Every New Year approached, my boss, from not idle, was send away the mother do this and that. Matang boil with his mother, playing bean curd, wood bar handles, closing the house and so on. Although the time to do reluctantly, may be to the reunion dinner, think about this deep in there own taste of a credit, I found myself very happy. Mother, you left me really want to read too much! At first when you die, Ershen afraid I forgot you, into my hands a blue polyester bodysuit, said gravely: know where I ever need anything like clothes for reading, I quarter past one can not forget you ah! Forget your bike to school, I braved the rain to send the fee apply fade in the rain in the back; forget the rainy day while you are Na Xiedi while singing song of life, never worry; forget your busy day but also daytime and low foot stepping on the field of high foot path of the joy to see young grandson; forget you are in the final days of the wedding is also the scene of the financing for the younger brother ! ... ... But now, I can only dream of seeing you out! I do not know were covered with a quilt's why you silent? What promise is it taboo for her daughter. The deep feelings of depression can be your eyes in the clear there, then I want to ask Peng Xu child is healthy, or whether we are husband and wife live, right? mother, two days is clear, I'm in such a special time when you are lucky to dream! |
|
